Down in the Boondocks—Kansas
Saturday, September 10, 2005
Listen

I was walking around the State Fairgrounds leaving the Midway
Heading for the pig barns and my pals in the FFA
I'm as smart as anyone
Never did any harm
So why do girls turn up their nose
When they see I'm from the farm?

Hutchinson, Kansas
Hutchinson, Kansas
People put me down 'cause
That's the little town I was born in
I fell in love at the State Fair with a Manhattan girl with golden hair
She turned and laughed at the boy from Hutchinson, Kansas

I was on stage at the 4-H doing animal husbandry
When I saw that girl in her black t-shirt and she smiled at me
We talked for awhile afterward
I never felt so dumb
Seeing how she was looking around
Wishing someone else would come.

Hutchinson, Kansas
Hutchinson, Kansas
People put me down 'cause
That's the little town I was born in
My hair is wrong, my face, my feet: I don't fit in her elite
Lord have mercy on the boy from Hutchinson, Kansas

One fine day I'll go away to Harvard or to Yale
I'll graduate Phi Beta Kappa and I'll learn to golf and sail
And I'll live in Manhattan
And wait til she walks by
And she'll look at me longingly
And I may or may not reply

Hutchinson, Kansas
Hutchinson, Kansas
People put me down 'cause
That's the little town I was born in
I'll get an apartment in New York so nobody knows I ever raised pork
And nobody knows I'm a boy from Hutchinson, Kansas
Lord have mercy on the boy from Hutchinson, Kansas
Lord have mercy on the boy from Hutchinson, Kansas